Poems,
are the breadcrumbs
of thoughts,
left as a trail.
Written snippets…
That I may follow,
back,
to know
from whence I came.
Pausing
At each crumb.
To know,
to feel
and remember.
While you,
reading,
may only speculate.
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I walked from Bourke
Past multiple blue flashes
Of tram wires arcing
Plaques on walls
Descriptive, yet cryptic.
Wine bars
Other assorted venues
Some Medical,
Some medicinal
Some Arcane and
Some archaic.
I stopped
Room repeated
Any city, any place
Except for the sound
Of click clack
And bell passing
Tracing the the tram track